Falling across forgotten landscapes
Transcending all time and space
Well I've read from this book before but through different lips
Turned by different fingertips
I never learn the lesson until I learn the lesson too late I fold and I start again
Rise up and over and collapsing in
MY SOUL IS RECYCLABLE
Dying and rotting away
To wake up and start a brand new day
Like a bottle brought back then thrown away
My soul's in the process in the cycle of change
MY SOUL IS RECYCLABLE
I've learned these lessons before but I'll be damned
I have forgotten them
I've read from this book before
1 | Burnt |
2 | Probably Nu It |
3 | Trynawin |
4 | Negative Hippie |
5 | Johnny Bravo |
6 | My Brain |